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Joan Leacott writes multi-generational romantic women's fiction about the lives, loves, and scandals of Clarence Bay, Canada. She also messes about with her piano and her camera.
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I would NOT have a problem getting my daily cardio if I lived near this laneway.

After I become a pal of the guard at the entry.

Running back and forth past these views would be an adventure. Based on the depth I see in pictures eleven and twelve, I might even achieve resistance training by running into those doors hoping to escape into their depths.

too cute. We have a street of older homes in calgary, each of which is painted and decorated in beautiful colors. Each one tells a tale. thanks for sharing this alley. (Bet you never thought you’d hear that from me.)

Ah, Painted Ladies. Isn’t that what they call those grand old Victorians? When writing this post, I had a debate about which word to use, laneway or alley. I went when what we call them. Sharing an alley–should we wrestle for a spot?